LOVE (part1 REALITY SERIES)

People tell a lot of lies about love. There are too many illusions about love that are tiring. They say love is forgiving, caring,  empathetic ,never lies always true, and above all. 

In Yoruba , it is even said that "ife la koja ofin" but my questions starts at the point where I wanna know whether its not the love a man has for his country that makes him kill thousand others, is it not love for money that makes men kill their mothers, is it love for a person that makes one avenge the death of that person, is it not love for power that makes one lie to the world. 

My  curiosity has led me to believe that love is an illusion but its a beautiful illusion or cruel one as the case may be. I ask again, shouldn't we now love and someone said what is life without love but I think the truth is what is life without money , power, a nation and someone to be with, is the appropriate question. 

My conclusion is love is an illusion that our reality can't cope without. Some say they are heartless, I look at them and laugh because you can only love with your mind and your heart only pumps blood, so they have a serious medical problem and they are not telling their doctors. Love is the illusion that makes life have a meaning. 

But be sure about one thing. Love is a real illusion. 

                               Azeez Olanrewaju

WEDDING DAY (GROOM'S THOUGHT)

WEDDING DAY (GROOM'S THOUGHT) 

The last time I saw her was last night or evening, am not really certain because even after all these while she still gives me butterflies in my belly. Oh! Her smile, that's all I can think of, her pretty face and her wonderful heart. I love the way she looks at me in the midst of a crowd and make them know am hers ,she is just ... Oh my! I have been in this bathroom daydreaming by 6 am, shit! I have to go pray, no I have to bath first or is it brush first, sorry I have to flush first. She is always in my head and now am dressing up for the nikkah. I must look sharp, she must smile when she sees me, am sure she will look radiant. Time is flying but I know after the event today when she kisses me we will have the rest of our lives together. Oh! This event is taking too long and we still have the reception but fuck! Am tired already and wow! She is about to be with me for the rest of her life , how will she cope. 

The reception centre is totally packed (as expected half of Lagos turned up) and all the colours I know are on display (red, green, gold and like five more colours). The day is bright and clear , for all the well wishers and fun lovers to witness the love story which is mine. I saw her at the nikkah already but this is the reception and I know she plans to turn heads. There she comes, even with all the light in this room her smile still touches my heart. Oh! My crazy and selfish bride. Wow! Can we skip this and move to the hotel room, its as if she is reading my mind because she is giving me that suggestive smile too, don't do this to me my trouser is tight. 

The DJ is dishing my favourite tone (wedding day by 9ice) and it all makes sense because she is here and the song is for us and in that moment the world seizes to exist, its just me ,her and the dance floor. 

We have danced the night away, I have laughed and she has jumped and we have been the main event at our own event. So its time to say goodbye and leave the world aside and go to our world to create the reality we dreamt of. As we take our shower together and our bodies go into each other and I hear her before I go, I realize I love her , her body and her soul. 

I married my best friend so we will fight, fight ,fuck , fight, make love, make memories and make new earthlings. Oh and fight again!.

A WALK TO F(L)AME

Walking down a lonely road.
Seeing lights along the way
Knowing home is the only way
But home seems like a mile away
Yet so far but still so close
Seeing the hate and ignoring the joy along the way
That's the way they move and think
Hoping they will love your craft
Craftsmanship is all I have.
Or that's what the lonely thinks.
As the ink on my pen blurs
My life ticks away
Hoping for my name in lights
Seems like a daily lie
Lightening struck and I still laugh
Laughing cos my name is still light
And the end is so near.